When the train had entered my home-country, I felt relieved. I mean, after having been through all the things I've been through, I was very eager to be back where I'm most familiar, and have some much deserved rest (and a hot shower). Unfortunately, the train will not stop in my hometown, so I'll have to get off and find another way to return home.
I would take another train, as that would have been the easiest way. But thus far, I've spend so much money already, I'm not sure if I'd be able to afford another paid trip. Not to mention that I'd best save as much as I can for food. So I'll have to rely on hitch-hiking again.
Okay, so I got off the train, left the station, tried to hitch a ride, but didn't have much luck with that so far. It's unfortunate that out here cargo-trains are a little harder to come by, unlike the States. Still, I suppose I shouldn't complain. While on the side of the highway, trying to hitch a ride, I still walked a little, or else I would be standing on the same spot the whole day and still not have found a ride. Anyway, walking like that did have it's advantages. Or else I wouldn't have found this one place where I could eat, haven't eaten much today. Plus otherwise I wouldn't have been able to write all this down.
Come to think of it, I think I've been around in these parts before. Perhaps when I was still a kid or something, when I was on some kind of family outing, whether I liked it or not. Maybe that's why even the bartender looked familiar.
No, there's a different reason why he looked familiar. I don't know why, but that picture that Jess had send me, of some group of people back in the early twentieth century, it popped back in my mind. I used my cell-phone to check for that picture, and I was right. This one man that was on the picture, of whom I was sure I had seen him before, it's the same guy that's tending this bar. Strange, this bartender may be old, but if he were the same man that's on that picture, he would be one hundred and fifty years old. How's that possible?
I would like to investigate that a little further, but I've got other things on my mind that I must attend to first. Once I finish eating, I'd best go away, but I should remember this address, so I'd be able to find this place again later.
Tuesday, August 19th 2008:
For reasons I mentioned the other day, I had no other alternative but to sleep in the woods. I couldn't be sure however, but there were voices that woke me up somewhere in the middle of the night. Those voices belonged to little people. These people were about the same size as those blue creatures I mentioned before, safe for a few differences. For one, they looked a lot more human, not to mention that their hats would make some kind of ringing sound when they get spooked. I only know that because the very sight of me frightened them.
It is not impossible that I dreamt to have seen them. Although, after everything, I have no reason to believe that these things weren't real either. Now I have no idea whether I have or have not lost my sanity so far. I'll have to get back home as soon as possible.
Finally, I've found someone who would take me home. But even then, the only reason they did is because one of them was a cop. He saw me standing at the side of the highway, which isn't very safe. So concerned for my safety, he decided to give me a ride. It is a little convenient that both the cop and his friend (although I have reasons to think that friend is more than a friend to him) happen to be from the same city that I'm from, but I suppose I should be glad that I've found a ride home at all.
Other than that cop getting calls from his partner (probably wondering where he is), this trip was without any real incidents. I have returned to my hometown, but I'm not home just yet. But when I am, I'm sure I'll be too tired to do anything at all. Be it unpacking, having a shower, or even make one last entry in this journal, so I'd better write this down before it slipped my mind. Never before in my life did I feel as relieved as I do now, now that I've returned here. This trip has been... educational, at best, frightening at worst, but altogether, now that things are a little quiet, it was nice to have experienced it all. Wonder what I should do for my next trip.